Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 06

"Oh my God!" Christina exclaimed, her hand covering her mouth.

"I know, right! I feel like I have so much power over him. To take away a man's literal manhood... it's a bit of a rush what I can do, even from four hundred miles away. I used to just be able to lock him up when we were together. He'd be okay with it because he knew it was short term. Only a couple of weekends a month. When I found this new bluetooth padlock on line, it totally turned his world upside down. It's relatively small, and sleek. It's waterproof, so he can shower with it on when I want him to. It's perfect. It's like I'm there even though I'm not."

"How does that even work?"

"Wanna have some fun... I'll show you," she said excitedly.

Brandi pulled off the 405 at their exit, but instead of heading straight to the gym she started looking for a place to park. She found a shaded spot in a secluded part of a parking lot of a Home Depot, and turned off the car. Taking her phone out of purse, she opened up her screen and pulled up an app, opening it.

"This is the app. The whole point of it is that you don't have to carry a key. You get close to the lock with your phone, and the Bluetooth feature lets you open it."

"How does that help if you're here and he's there?"

"Well, I could use the feature it has for if you forget your phone. You can press the lock hook, and then open it with a preset password. But that would let him open it any time he wants, which defeats the purpose. I mean, I could track to know he had. There's a feature here on the app that has a log that tells what time it was unlocked and who did it... the lock can be set up so multiple people can access it, so the log would let you know who opened it when. I have it set as a single user."

"I feel like I'm missing a big piece of the puzzle."

"You are. The reason I was intrigued by the model is because it has the key sharing feature, but it also has as a part of it called a dynamic password. It's temporary, for if you want to give someone a one-time ability to open it. They just have to have the app on their phone, and I can send them a random password they can use to open it. Like this."

Brandi sent off the password via the app, noting the time on the dashboard of the car.

"What would keep him from using it more than once?"

"The passwords are generated... they're never the same. And, the part I love the most, they expire after five minutes. If you don't open it within that time the password becomes invalid and it won't work. That little feature is a lot of fun. I'll show you in four minutes."

Brandi waited until the clock changed to hit the app for facetime. In seconds she was connected to Scott, sitting at his computer in his office.

"Good morning, Scarlett," she cooed seductively, using the name she called him when they were together alone.

"Good morning. Miss B," he replied happily.

That was until she angled the phone to her right, showing she wasn't alone after all.

"Scarlett, this is my new friend, Christina."

Christina waved her fingers, trying to hold back her laughter, the look of shock on his face making it difficult. Scott remained frozen in fear, unable to say anything.

"Don't be rude, Scarlett. Please say hello."

"Um, sorry. My apologies. Hello Christina, nice to meet you. How do you know Miss B?"

Christina looked at Brandi, trying to find a hint on how she should answer. Considering what they'd just shared, and what Scott should have clearly seen on her face if he was attentive, she went with an honest approach.

"It's wonderful to meet you too, Scarlett. I've heard a lot about you. As for B, she's my mentor. She's been teaching me how to become a better cocksucker. As you can probably tell, I've got the facial part down pretty well, but I struggle deepthroating bigger cocks, and it's frustrating. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll have that down too."

"You'd have it down now if all guys were sporting little boy penises... isn't that right, Scarlett. That's why your name is Scarlett. A real man would have a real cock, not a four-inch penis."

"I'm sorry about my shortcomings, Miss B," he replied dutifully. It was obviously a conditioned response, but it was also revealing about their relationship. She was indeed in control. And she was out to prove it.

"Christina was asking some questions about you... mainly about how small you really are. She's finding it hard to believe. Right, Christina?"

"Oh, absolutely. I've not been with that many men, but the smallest I've ever seen is six inches. My hubby is over seven, and I'm finding out he's actually below average," she fibbed. She knew Alex was actually gifted in the manhood department... he was just small compared to the men she'd recently been encountering. "I think B is teasing me about you."

"Am I, Scarlett?"

"No Ma'am, you're not."

"Scarlett, how many days have you been caged... not counting the short times I let you out to shower properly."

"Forty-three days."

"When's the last time you were allowed to cum?"

"Ten days ago."

"And how is it possible that you came, if I kept you locked in your cage?"

"Do I have to say, Miss B?"

"If you want the chance to be rewarded, answer the question."

"But the last time, you didn't. How do I know..."

"That's the risk. Your chances are just like your penis... very small. But you do technically have a penis, so you do have a chance. If you don't answer, there's no chance at all. It's your choice."

He debated in his head for almost a minute, trying to decide if it was worth the risk. She done that to him many times, dangling the possibility of a much-needed orgasm against the embarrassment of admitting something revealing about his relationship with Brandi. And just like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football, Brandi always played the role of Lucy perfectly and pulled hope out of reach. Still, he couldn't help but take the chance.

"I came because you fucked me."

"I fucked your ass so well you came in your cage. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"How long has it been since you jacked off, Scarlett?"

"Forty-three days."

"And if I opened your cage, would you jack off right now?"

"Probably," he answered bashfully.

"Probably?"

His expression morphed from embarrassed to ashamed. "I would."

"And why is that?"

"Because I can't control my urges."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course. I'm lucky to have you."

"Times ticking, Scarlett."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Oh God... really? Now?"

"Right now. I want you to show Christina."

"Uh... okay. Let me close my door first."

"Suit yourself. I'm guessing you have less than one-minute left before the password expires. I sent it before I called. If you don't open it now, you can count on at least another forty-three days before I consider letting you jack off again."

"Ohgodohgodohgod," he panicked, fumbling for his phone. Opening the app, he realized she'd told the truth. The password was there. He scrambled to unbutton and unzip, finding difficulty in loosening his belt. By the time he lifted his hips and lowered his pants and boxers, Christina knew it was too late. Brandi was pointing at the dashboard clock, making sure she noticed.

Scott entered the code, but the lock didn't open.

"No no no no no no noooooooo!" he groaned desperately.

"Too late. You shouldn't have waited so long to tell my friend how you came."

"Please, Miss B. I'm sorry I didn't answer faster. I just didn't think it was possible."

"You didn't think what was possible? What... that I can be a loving Mistress?"

"It's not that. Every time I've looked at my phone, there isn't a password. It's never happened before."

"After this reaction, it might never happen again. It's not my fault you doubted my benevolence. I'm insulted you thought it could never happen. You're embarrassing me in front of my friend."

"I... I'm sorry," he whimpered, nearly crying. Christina wasn't so sure she didn't notice a tear.

"What should I do, Christina?"

"Chris."

"Excuse me?"

"You should call me Chris. All of my girlfriend's call me Chris. After this morning, I'm pretty sure you qualify."

"Mmm... are you talking about licking my sweet pussy?"

"That, helping me learn to deep throat, telling me about your marriage... you already know about mine. Besides, I love you. You're awesome. Like I said, I really feel like you're my mentor."

"Aww... that's beautiful of you to say. And I feel the same way about you. You're an enthusiastic apprentice. This is going to be a fun week. Come here."

Brandi's hand sliced through Christina's hair, taking her by the back of the neck and tenderly pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. They began making out, yet Brandi was fully aware where they were in relation to the camera she was holding. The woman was so damn good at selfies she could be occupied searching the mouth of another woman with her tongue and still keep the action center frame without looking. She was literally doing it with her eyes closed.

"Fuck... I can't believe how wet you make me Brandi," she sighed.

"Call me B," she giggled, holding her forehead against Christina's, staring deep into her eyes. "I'm so tempted to lick the cum off your face and feed it to you right now."

"Oh God... please," she panted.

"You know I can't. Neither one of us wants to get on the bad side of Gerard. They'll be plenty of opportunities for us to have fun together once we get you back in his fold. I promise."

"I never thought I'd say this before today, but I'd really like that."

"Me too. So, what do you think... I'm pretty sure Scarlett is straining inside her penis cage after watching us make out. What should we do with her?"

"Well I know what a giving person you are. He... I mean she might have had doubts, but I know. I'm excited about seeing her jack off her little penis. I want to see how small it is. Do we have time?"

It was like Christina had read her mind, asking the perfect question.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Five years prior - San Francisco

It seemed cruel to Brandi when she first started emasculating Scott. Everything about it was against her nature. She was genuinely a sweet, generous, affectionate woman. She loved life, and exuded love and happiness. There wasn't a part of her persona that could be considered mean or hateful. She hated confrontation and avoided conflict whenever she could. She believed in positivity and spiritual balance.

That outlook changed when she separated from Scott. More accurately, it was when she rushed up to San Francisco at the behest of his sister under the belief that he might harm himself. It turned out what he really needed was for her to harm him, in a few very specific ways.

He'd met with a regular counselor provided by the hospital. Upon hearing Scott's confessions, as it were, he referred him, and Brandi, to a psychologist who specialized in sexual dysfunction. More to the point, she was an expert in helping couples work through their sexual needs and desires.

It was through Dr. Patel that Brandi came to terms with the idea that it was okay to belittle and demean her husband, because it was in that subspace that he found peace. He looked to Brandi not as his equal. He felt subservient to her. He needed her to validate his place in their relationship by being blunt and direct; the more personally humiliating the better.

He'd admitted that he always knew he was small when it came to his endowment. While he excelled in sports, dominating in most things he tried, the teasing he endured in locker rooms growing up had a massive impact on him psychologically. He would usually get even on the playing field. He'd broken several bones of teammates during football practices in junior high and high school. Given a few concussions as well. But the last literal laugh was in the showers, where it was obvious when compared to all of those there that he'd been left behind in the cock department.

Meeting and falling for Brandi in college changed his life. She never said anything about his shortcomings, as he later would refer to it. But he knew she was disappointed the first time she saw it. He'd never forget the look in her eyes. It was actually like she was hurt... and that moment crushed him.

She wasn't shallow. There were so many other incredible qualities about Scott it seemed silly to break up with him over something that was obviously out of his control. And for years, she was able to ignore it. Scott was attentive and loving in bed. His oral skills were the best she'd ever experienced; a typical compensation mechanism on his part. He wasn't jealous that she owned a big dildo and vibrator to fill her more properly. He often used them on her as a way to silently show he knew he was the one that was supposed to give her that pleasure in the first place. And he never objected when she'd use a small, powerful vibrator on her clit so she could cum whenever he fucked her.

To her credit she never considered cheating on him. They'd been together for so long that she was comfortable in what they had together. But there was a reason they'd never taken the step of actually getting married. He was too afraid to ask, fearful that it would provide reason to question the motives. Unbeknownst to him it was a correct gut feeling; in the back of her mind she harbored having an easy out. It was never a conscious thought; it had never actually crossed her mind. A proposal would have been the one and only thing she was certain would cause her to use it.

It was an invitation from a friend that changed everything. Granted, it was an unusual invite, although it took an even stranger turn when they got to the venue.

Brandi's friend Gina asked if she wanted to go see some male strippers. At first she feigned disinterest, saying it wasn't an atmosphere she was comfortable with. She'd conjured up an image of an old setting with a dark stage and velvet tapestries and stage curtains.

Gina told her it was going to be held in a ballroom of plush downtown hotel. When she was quizzed about more details, Gina held back, telling her to relax and just come with her. The promise of a naughty night of innocent fun with a close friend was enough to finally persuade her to go.

In the cab on the way to the hotel, Gina was expounding on her excitement of getting to see a lot of big, hard cocks up close. Brandi scoffed, saying she doubted they'd actually see a cock in the flesh, assuming they wouldn't strip all the way. Gina begged to differ. She wouldn't explain why, only offering that it was going to be a sexually charged evening.

When Gina mentioned cock size for like the eighth time, Brandi started to feel uneasy. The emphasis in her voice, the thrill in her eyes was contagious. Yet her only experience since her first year of college was with someone that she knew didn't fit that description. Scott certainly had the looks and the body to be a stripper. She could only imagine the reaction he'd get if he were asked to remove the thong.

Lost in that thought, Gina had to snap her out of it. Asking where she'd drifted off too, Brandi said she was dreaming about big cocks. But her expression didn't match her comment.

"Are you okay? I thought you were looking forward to this?"

"I am. I'm just worried all the emphasis you're putting on how big the dicks are going to be is going to mess with my head when it comes to Scott."

"Does that imply there's a... deficiency in the crotch regarding him?" Her blushing response was a literal red flag to Gina. "How bad is it, B?"

Brandi was grateful she didn't have to answer the question. At least not at the moment. She was certain Gina would circle back to the point before the night was over. It got put on hold when the cab pulled in front of the hotel, and she was happy to wait.

"What is taking so long?" she wondered once that were inside.

The gaggle of hot young women were moving glacially forward. There were a easily a hundred of them, and the age demographic was somewhat different than she anticipated. She hadn't been to a lot of strip clubs, but in her limited experience there were always some older women there. The oldest she saw was likely in her early 40s.

"What's going on, Gina. It shouldn't take this long to card us."

"It's a little more complicated than that."

"What's that mean?"

Reaching for the bottom of Brandi's miniskirt, she lifted the front. "I'm disappointed in you, B. A night like this, I'm very surprised you're wearing panties." That didn't stop her from working her fingers inside, grazing them over her clit.

"What? Why are you... you're doing this here?" she panicked.

Removing her hand, she licked her fingertips. "Well, the what was going to be a quick climax. The why is because you obviously need it. You're so worked up I'm concerned you're going to be out of control during the show. The where was going to be right here, because none of people around are concerned about us. They're busy thinking about what's going to happen on the other side of that door. Unfortunately, your wardrobe decision was making it too hard. You'll just have to wait until later."

"Sorry to disappoint. Had I known getting fingered was on my docket I would have certainly been more accommodating. Can you please explain what's taking so long? There's only twenty people in front of us and I don't think we've moved."

Gina was able to stave off answering the question until they reached the table. She gave one of the women behind it a piece of paper.

"What's that?" Brandi asked.

"It's your invitation to tonight's festivities," the lady replied cheerfully.

"So, you actually have an invitation?"

Gina nodded. "And it's a tough ticket to get. You won't find them on StubHub. This is pretty exclusive."

They handed over their IDs, and were given a two-page document and a pen. Gina quickly flipped hers to the second page and signed it. Brandi was busy reading the first paragraph.

"What is this?"

Gina took the papers from her friend and turned to the page that mattered. Pointing first at the line, and then the door, she said, "It's the only way we get to see what's behind the curtain in Emerald city. Now hurry up and sign it. I want to make sure we get the right seats."

Scribbling her signature, Brandi was practically pulled inside. Gina led her to a long row of plush fabric chairs; the type that seemed more suitable for a living room...they all had thick, cushioned arms. She had Brandi sit in one next to a seat marked as reserved on the end of the row. She sat immediately to her friends right.

"Okay, stop with the evasive bullshit. What the hell did I just sign? You can tell me. My name is already on it."

"It was a release form."

"And you didn't bother to read it."

"I didn't have to read it. It's the same as the last one I signed last month. The only thing that's different about tonight is that I know the landscape this time. That's why we're sitting here and not in the back row."

"Out with it, Gina. Stop stalling and tell me exactly what you just got me into."

"This isn't a strip show. I mean, it is on the surface. That's what they want you to believe. But it's really a porn shoot. You signed a document saying they have your permission to film you."

"I'm going to be in porn. Tonight. That's hilarious. Now tell me what's really going on."

"I'm dead serious, B. The illusion they want to create is a party with a bunch of hot girls, and the entertainment is male strippers. And then once the action starts, it gets so hot that some of the women lose control and fuck the dancers."

"Wait. You're being serious about this!"

"I'm not sure how aware you are, but almost all reality TV isn't actually real. It's usually scripted. I mean, come on... a redneck tries to repossess some hick's car and then they get chased by that hick, who's running with a shotgun. And there just happens to be a camera guy outside the vehicle, filming the whole thing? It's as fake as wrestling. Most amateur porn isn't amateur. It's staged. You can tell the stuff that's really amateur. Usually one camera with poor lighting. The production values aren't there. Look around, B. There are lights all around the perimeter."